Alpacas, a roller coaster, a railway*, a lake, a wibbly wobbly bridge, a huge children’s playground, loos at the start, a downhill finish and a café. It would be hard to walk away from Kettering parkrun without finding something to love.
I dispute the claim by Andrea** that it’s better than Wimbledon, but that’s because I’m rather partial to mud and windmills.
Of course, I didn’t go all the way to Kettering just to run 5k. I didn’t even go all the way to Kettering just to run 5k with one of my all-time favourite running buddies. I went to Kettering for a pub lunch with my mother, my aunt and my cousin***. The parkrun was a purely incidental bonus. Honest****.
** creator of an exceptionally good first-timers’ briefing
*** of sorts
**** _hides crossed fingers behind back_